Now, I don't mean to sound all cold hearted about the millions of children world wide who are currently having toys yanked from their chubby fingers by completely freaked out parents concerned their child will either eat the magnet from Barbie's pooperscooper or lick Press and Go Elmo, but maybe the real problem is in this country we continue to demand cheap products and the only way to ensure we can buy all the plastic junk we desire is to have it made and imported from China and perhaps instead of wringing hands and demanding action from the federal government we should just.stop.buying.crap? Welcome to America, Americans. If you buy it, they'll make it and they'll make it as cheaply as possible thanks to the beauty of capitalism. No one gets rich caring about lead paint.
Honestly.
And because ranting about the obvious knowing full well you have zero control is just so darn fun, check out this little number from 1994. An oldie but goodie featuring Dick Cheney talking about why we shouldn't invade Iraq. He actually uses the word quagmire.
I biked to the market this morning. It was foggy and surreal and bountiful as usual. White peaches that won't be ready for a few days, red raspberries I'll be enjoying until my peaches are done, kale that has already been cooked and partially consumed, bibb lettuce, broccoli, eggs...
And I didn't inspect the stand closely enough, but I believe I have found a local source for grains! Yippee! Since one of my goals this year was to get over my fear of baking bread, I consider this to be a sign--and the temperature is supposed to drop back into the 70s for highs next week.
As of 6pm tonight I will have officially made it a week without rejection from 2 online journals to which I recently submitted my poetry. I consider this to be somewhat of a milestone as, of course, I've been under the impression the minute my submissions hit an editors inbox it was immediately looked at. Yeeeaah.
And last night I saw Raleigh's work for the first time. I'm psyched. I realized that the poetry selections were entirely too safe and we're back to square one, but I remain calm. I love the poet and I love the artist and I'm confident that the two are going to be a great match.
Erinbone Press marches on.
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Hey Erin,
Thank you once again for assuming the role of 'voice of reason' regarding the lead paint recalls. Last week the tribune did a front page story on the recalls about safeguarding our children from the perils of lead paint and nowhere did they suggest the appropriate action to take is to stop buying cheap crap from China. Now I'm not a parent, but if I were, I'd like to believe that I'd be compassionate enough not to enslave children overseas so my kids can have toys. Where is the public outrage?
I'm riding my bike to work three and half miles each way every day. I find it exhilarating.
You and Peter are welcome to come to the city and stay in our guest bedroom anytime - we'd love to have you over.
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